In the twelfth year of the Han Dynasty, Liu Bang sat in the hall of immortals, looking at himself in the mirror, his temples were white, his eyes were chaotic, and he was already drooping and old.

What have I gained and lost in my life? He asked himself. The foundation of the world, like picturesque rivers and mountains, like beautiful flowers, he has them all. Why is it still difficult to calm down when you are old?

"Your Majesty," Qi Yi, who had a slender waist and sleeves, came behind him, hugged his shoulders and sobbed, his eyes were full of tears, delicate and soft, beautiful and heart-wrenching.

Liu Bang kissed her cheek, "Give up, Qi Yi." ”

There's nothing we can do about it.

Why didn't I know that Ying'er was a good boy? But Father, the human heart is originally biased. When I was young, I was stubborn, and I always kept causing trouble for you and my mother, and you beat and scolded, but in the end, the most distressed child was still me.

There are always one or two people in a person's life who want to give him (her) the best and the most expensive to him (her). That year, I went to Xianyang and saw the first emperor passing by the car in front of him, hundreds of people opened the way, and the horses and horses were tented, luxurious, quiet and majestic. The little Chen Sheng and Wu Guang were able to shout, "Princes and generals, would you rather have a kind?" "What's wrong with me?

Liu San in the Fengpei Pavilion in the past has become the emperor that the world looks up to, what about after becoming the emperor? Isn't it just how you want to be? Qi Yi is so delicate, so beautiful, so small and pure, I also want to hold them in the palm of my hand.

I know, Qi Yi is not smart enough, Qi Yi loves to be petty, Qi Yi has her plans, but what does it matter? As an emperor's woman, as long as she is beautiful enough, true enough, I love the girl who sang "Shangling" shyly and timidly in the wilderness in the past, she wore the gorgeous clothes I gave her, and slowly grew up in the fairy I built for her. Enchanting and innocent, her gestures are full of style.

The shy and timid girl in the past is gone, and there is an extra Mrs. Qi in the Han Palace. She bore me a son, whom I named Ruyi. When Ruyi was first born, he was pink and cute, he stumbled over, hugged my feet and called Daddy in a milky voice.

I wish him all the best.

Ruyi gradually grew up, and the joys, sorrows, and joys were vivid and distinct. Ruyi, what do you want? Ruyi did not answer. But boys. They all want to be famous, and my father has thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and I am willing to stay with you. Ruyi is smart. No matter what kind of knowledge, you will be able to learn it, but you are still young and have no longevity; Ruyi doesn't know the world, and he has killed several palace people since he started his temper. Boys, how can they be afraid of blood? Isn't this how the father's thousands of miles of rivers and mountains were killed all the way?

Ying'er is not like me, in fact, he is not like his mother. I don't know who he looks like. His father was not a believer in righteousness, and his mother was ruthless. but raised such a good and righteous son.

What is the use of goodness? What is the use of righteousness? But if Liu San is a kind and benevolent person, he died in obscurity in the troubled times at the end of the Qin Dynasty, how can he still have the supreme emperor in the world today? The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty. And which one is vegetarian? If you don't have the means, how can you hold them down? If the Han is compared to a carriage drawn by a horse, the emperor is the driver who drives the car, and I have tried all kinds of tricks to barely control these arrogant and astonishing horses. If you are driven by a weak child, you can't be a guest and invade the Lord. The car crashed and people died.

As time passed, I grew old, and I watched Ruyi grow up with joy, but I ignored that in a place I had never seen, Ying'er had gradually grown up.

The battlefield is the place where the fittest is best and the place where people can grow the most, and the sixteen-year-old Ying'er personally asked me to go into battle, which lasted for three months, and finally defeated Yingbu. The sword is slightly out of the sheath, and it can no longer hide the edge, and the young phoenix leads the neck to roar, and its voice is clearer than the old phoenix.

Ying'er, who rode back to Chang'an on a war horse, looked at it, and finally had a man's responsibility. Why is this happening? I couldn't figure it out, and suddenly at a moment, I patted my thigh and understood,

Ying'er, who has always been disliked by me, my impression of him has always stayed in the second year of the Han Dynasty.

That year, Xiahou Ying escaped on the Moyang Avenue with a carriage, and the pursuers behind chased after him on iron horses, and I panicked and wanted to push Manhua and Ying'er out of the car

- Although the son is important, if the old man is gone, what do you want the son to do?

Ying'er was obviously frightened, he was held in Manhua's arms, and he was at a loss for what to do.

At that time, Lao Tzu was annoyed, damn, Lao Tzu's son, Lao Tzu wants to push you off the carriage, and you don't even have the courage to point at Lao Tzu's nose and scold.

Although at that time, if he really made trouble, he would be upset, and even kicked him, but he couldn't even cry, and Lao Tzu was faintly holding his breath in his heart.

The last pair of children tossed and turned, and they were occasionally polite when they were relative, but in their hearts, they didn't like him from the beginning. What happened to him, in my heart, I can't forget the frightened and overwhelmed eyes on the carriage.

I didn't want to face those eyes.

And I sat in the comfortable Changle Palace, listening to the sound of the Jin Ge Iron Horse he brought back in a trance, and suddenly began to feel that I was getting old.

When Ying'er transformed into a man, Ruyi was just a child.

Ying'er's prestige is increasing day by day, how can I fulfill my promise to Qi Yi and change my position?

The Lu family didn't agree, the Liuhou didn't agree, Sun Shutong didn't agree, Zhou Chang didn't agree, Ying'er raised his eyes and looked at me at His Royal Highness, and his eyes told me that he didn't agree either.

In a huge piece of Han land, except for Qi Yi, who I held in the palm of my hand, no one agreed to depose Ying'er and change Ruyi.

On that day, I held a banquet in Changle Palace to entertain the ministers. Ying'er brought people to the banquet, and I asked him who the four white-haired old men behind him were.

Ying'er smiled and said, "It's Shangshan Sihao." East Park ......"

I was taken aback, and summoned these four people to ask, "In the past, when I started an incident, after registering, I sent people to ask four sages to go out of the mountain to help me, and all four of them refused to go out of the mountain, so why are they willing to be loyal to the prince now?" ”

Dongyuan Gong Tang Bing said in a humble and arrogant manner, "Your Majesty is used to being a Confucian student, and the crown prince is a corporal." Therefore, it is effective for the prince. ”

I took a drink, then waved my hand and told them to step back.

Qi Yi sensed my emotions, held the wine, and looked at me cautiously. Her hands are delicate, and her skin is a beautiful honey-colored. The hair is like flowing clouds, and a pair of eyes are faint and spring, rippling and rippling. I ruffled her hair, pointed to the backs of the four old men, and said, "See, that's the prince's wings." The crown prince's wings have been completed, and it is no longer something that I can shake at will. ”

"It's just four bad old men." Qi Yi didn't understand, she just thought I was laughing with her, and said angrily, "How can it be so serious?" ”

"yes." I sighed. "They are just four old men, but behind these four old men, there are the ministers in the court and the hearts of the people in the world."

Qi Yi lay on my knees and wept bitterly. A pair of eyes were resentful and pitiful, "Isn't Your Majesty the emperor?" Why, as an emperor, he can't even appoint a son to be the prince? ”

"yes. Qi Yi. I smiled bitterly, "I am the emperor, but the emperor is not in charge of everything." It is the crown prince who stands up, and the hundred officials are the ones who choose their future lords. And the people of the world are choosing the future emperor. "And Ruyi and you. In their eyes, unqualified.

"Yi'er," I said. He sighed, "You can dance for me again." Come, I will sing for you. ”

I was in such good spirits that I personally built for her, and sang loudly:

"The magpie flies high. Thousands of miles in one fell swoop. Feathered wings, across the four seas. ”

My Bird.

The bird is a bird with earth-shattering ambitions. It flies high in the sky all year round, and does not entangle with the birds.

"Across the world, there is nothing to do. Although there is an increase, it is still safe. ”

The song is Chu Song, and the sound has the potential to curb the clouds, coming out of the Immortal Palace, and lingering in the sky.

Ying'er is a Honghu and a son of me, if I trust the country to win people, I can overlook the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains with my death. But my Qi Yi, my Ruyi, my concubines and children, who can I entrust them to?

Qi Yi danced to the loud singing. In this life, I have never seen such a beautiful Qi Ji again. On that day, she stood on the temple of the gods, dressed in emerald green, full of emerald hair and swaggering in the wind.

She jumped with a bent waist.

Have you ever seen a bending waist?

Her long wide sleeves brushed in front of her forehead, fluttering like colorful butterflies, and she refused to pick a cold branch to rest; Her waist like a willow branch, like a willow branch, suddenly folded down like a willow in the wind, and folded an unfolded waist.

The hall paved with white tortoiseshell reflects her dance steps, as light as a spring mountain. The emerald green butterfly spread her wings, one fan, one close, and another fan, half of her cheeks were her red marks, her sadness, despair and fear, and she could not recall the good old days.

I had a good time with her.

At the beginning of each year, in winter and October, a total of the Lingnu Temple is entered. With the dolphin sacrifice to the god of music, looking at each other and playing the flute, laughing at the time, singing the song of the spirit and stepping on the ground with arms as a festival, the song of the red phoenix comes, the green sycamore is prepared, and it is better to come? On July 7th, the Baizi Pond was approached, so that the full palace musicians made Khotanese music together by the pool, the tune was strange and soft, bustling with autumn colors, the music was finished, and the five colors were bound, saying that love was connected from time to time; On August 4th, he went out of the carving room, played Go in Beihu Zhu, agreed that the winner would be blessed all year round, and the loser would be sick all year round, take the silk strands in his hand, pray under the starlight of Beichen, and pray that God would grant him a long life and avoid death from disasters; On September 9th, Chongyang ascended, wore dogwood flowers, ate canopy bait, and drank the wine of chrysanthemum; On the first day of the first month, go out of the pool, eat canopy bait to purify demons and evils, which can make the whole year without disease; In March, Zhang is happy to run water, praying for the coming year, every year there is a coming year, and every year has a coming year.

I closed my eyes and couldn't bear to look at it anymore, bending my waist and dancing bewitching, but full of ominous meaning, I am old, I have seen the ending of Qi Ji from this ominous demon dance.

I don't want to see that happen.

The one in front of me is the only woman I have truly favored in my life.

I opened my eyes and asked Qi Yi, "Yi'er, would you like to be buried for me?" ”

Qi Yi looked at me in a daze, shrinking slightly.

She is still so young, but I am already dying; She also has her beloved son, but I have eight princes; She didn't want to die yet, but I smelled death.

I smiled wryly and shook my head.

I can't protect it.

My silly girl.

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